Mystic Pines
for C-----
That these places become parts
of us and tremble without us
is halfway correct. You
became a part of many
poems. You will not miss
me. It’s only people missing, so
we say and so we number.
Don’t mistake this with
remember. We miss, we
reminisce, we can’t take
pictures with our eyes or
stabilize our thoughts. They change
their shape and tone with a new
emotion, the absence of a first.
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